
She's got some bite, he thought at hearing her quip back. She wasn't half the nervous little dormouse he'd been expecting. Sure, lower sorts could clam up around folks like Taru, but Joz didn't seem the sort to bite her lip just cause someone wore a nicer robe than her. Eyes open, Styrm.
He returned her smile, warm despite the rain. Why, if she was a little older, had a little more meat on her...
"Better be. The Wanderer hisself woulda stopped fer the night three stairs back."
He returned her smile, warm despite the rain. Why, if she was a little older, had a little more meat on her...
"Better be. The Wanderer hisself woulda stopped fer the night three stairs back."